After nine months of hard study, we finally got a summer vacation. In the summer, my parents often take me to go to the water park or to the zoo. But I like to go home to visit my grandparents.
Like every year, every summer, my family spends about 3-4 days back home to play. My home is beautiful. Walking on a rocky dirt road, sitting in the car looking away, is a vast rice field with the green color of young seedlings. Far away, a few cows are deliberately grazing. A few boys were chasing each other for the kite flying high in the vast blue sky. Moments later, a flock of birds raced back and forth.
My grandparents' house is on a small road, cars can't go in. The grandparents' house roofed with red tile, bearing the colors of ancient moss. In front of the house is a small garden, where my brother planted vegetables and raised chickens. That branch is a pond full of fish. When I saw you and my parents came, my grandparents were very excited. He gave me a tight hug then took me to the garden to play and took me cheap fishing rods. Two grandchildren talk juicy. He inquired about my learning situation and told me many stories. Seeing the two grandchildren having fun together, her grandmother led her parents into the house and made tea.
At night, she and her mother prepare a "home-grown" meal: braised fish, boiled meat and sour soup - all the meat and vegetables that grandparents cultivated in the garden pond. Maybe because of that, I think the meal is delicious. Afterward, I lay down in a hammock in the garden and slept whenever I was awake.
Time passed quickly and it was time for parents to work, they also need to prepare for the new school year. Before parting, he gave me his fishing rod and said: "When you are free, come up and play with me".
Sample essay telling about a homeland trip - Model 2
My hometown is very far from the city so I rarely visit. Although I was twelve years old, I have only been able to visit my grandparents once. That time was a long time ago, since I was very young, I could hardly remember anything. But this past week, thanks to my father's holidays, I have been back to my hometown.
Announcing the good news three days in advance. Three days is a long time to warm up and wait. Then I finally waited until I got on the train. The train that day was crowded and noisy. It seems like I feel like everyone is going home. The train rolled away from the platform in an indescribable joy. The train ran almost a whole day but I didn't want to sleep. The scenery on the road is new. End of the village to the field, then the immense hills and yards. The two sides of the road are in a green color, sometimes extremely bustling when the train goes through the market street. I was thinking all the time when the train arrived at the platform.
My father's house is less than half a kilometer from the platform, so I decide to walk. Walking on the road where the gravel and the stone kept crunching, I saw something extremely strange. A feeling I have never experienced. The one came to the door of grandmother's house. The old bamboo gate partially covered the wrong trellis truss inside. Seeing that the whole family had arrived at the gate, Grandma was glad to come out. For some reason, at that time, I suddenly threw the bag on the ground and sobbed into my grandmother's lap and sobbed. That night passed in a good night sleep with her grandmother.
The next morning she called me up early and it seemed that I did not want to sleep as well as in the city. Now I have just finished observing the house of my grandparents. The house has been exposed for a long time by the wind and mist to turn brown and silver. But inside still exudes warmth, sacred and extremely close. During the morning meal, I tried to match the images I pictured with the real image of my grandparents. Grandparents younger than I thought. Although he was in his seventies, he was healthy and rugged. Grandma had more gray hair, but she was still very agile.
The meal just finished is when I started to enjoy the exciting feelings of the countryside. While grandparents mouthed chewing betel nut with their parents and uncles talking about the matter, they were invited by their cousins to play. Today I am the central figure so everyone takes part to take care of my younger brother from the new city. Oh! The days in the countryside, the brothers and sisters gave me more interesting things. And perhaps even more excited are the children's games in the countryside. The first time I knew what a starling kite was. And he was also liked by the second brother. Then he also knew the game of cricket fighting, playing chicken grass, kicking balls with dried grapefruit ... and even the days of buffalo raising were very funny. Just a few days, but I made many new friends. The strange thing is that everyone is approachable, easy to play and very close like in the city.
The days in the countryside hurriedly passed away with my regret because most of the games were still in progress. On returning to the city, grandparents also gave a lot of gifts. She hugged me and cried but did not cry. She said: Good grandchildren! When you come back to the city, remember to study hard, I will be big next time. I'm not sobbing like when I first came back but just indifferent. In her heart, she felt how warm, sacred and noble her home was but how close she was.
